The Postpartum Doctors Secret

Dr. Reed didn’t even hesitate. He stripped off his gloves, used his palms to spread my knees wide, and slowly began to probe inside with his fingers.

The moment he touched my inner thigh, a jolt shot through me. My body started to heave irregularly with every breath. He loomed over me, his expression clinical and detached, but his hands were moving faster and faster. My eyes glazed over, and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from making any shameful sounds…

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My name is Maya, I’m thirty, and